The young priest in front of him, who had braided hair, silver jewelry, and a white robe with gold thread, showed a look of surprise. Luda asked, "Do you know my Aye?"
Duan Xu smiled and said, "We have only known each other for a short time, but perhaps I know him better than you do. He said on the surface that he wanted me to stop you from going home, but since I left Youzhou, people, people possessed by ghosts, and evil spirits have come to kill me one after another. It was really hard for me to see you."
If assassination had not been his main job, he would have avoided most of the ambushes by relying on various traces and inferences, and it is hard to say whether he could have come to Luda.
"My brother just wrote to me saying that he was seriously ill. I was about to return to Beijing." Lu Da frowned and said, "I don't understand what you mean."
"If I'm not mistaken, your brother is fine. He just cooperated with your father and didn't want you to go home. Besides that, your father also wanted to kill me and my friends."
Lu Da's eyes became even more confused. Duan Xu smiled and said, "It's normal that you don't understand. Come with me to Fujian City in Youzhou and you'll understand everything. Don't worry, I won't harm you."
Luda looked at him for a while, he put the bone flute into his sleeve and nodded.
Things went unexpectedly smoothly. Duan Xu was a little surprised by the reaction of the young priest. He thought that he would have to use threats, bribes, or kidnapping to get Lu Da to go with him. After all, his current status was not very popular.
"You believe me?"
Lu Da nodded again and said, "God Cang, your eyes are harmless."
Hearing the word Cang Shen, Duan Xu smiled softly, but then he heard Lu Da ask, "Is your friend okay?"
Duan Xu was silent for a moment. He picked up the poor veil that was broken into two pieces from the ground and dusted it in his hands.
"Will not?."
She was very smart and would not suffer the same loss twice. She gave him the Ghost King Lamp not because she wanted him to protect her, but because she wanted him to hide and protect the Ghost King Lamp.
The proud and powerful Ghost King would never rely on the protection of others, and would not let a mortal, who was her curse-maker, be her bait. Even if this mortal was willing, she would not do so.
So the bait is not him, but herself.
He Simu sat on the uneven gravel road in the garden, looking at Iril indifferently in the formation where golden light was surging.
"What a loyal servant you are! Song Xingyu was able to avoid my summons because you gave him the sacred Danzhi artifact. He promised you that if you killed me, he would become the Ghost King and give you all the wealth and glory in this world?"
Iriel stood cautiously beside the glazed tower, looking at He Simu without saying a word.
A child's voice could be heard from the ghostly aura surging in the Glazed Tower. It seemed to be a boy of about ten years old. His voice was childish but without innocence. He said, "He Simu, you've come to this point, and you're still being stubborn?"
In a dark corner, a half-finger-long insect crawled out from the white peony of "Lingxie Luxue" in the garden, with runes faintly flashing on its body.
The insect quietly crawled along the crack in the ground to the edge of the glazed tower, slowly went up along the outer wall and stopped in the group of ghost energy, silently blending into the ghost energy.
In this tense scene, no one noticed it, except the owner of the insect.
He Simu watched calmly, and when the bug disappeared, he smiled coldly and said, "Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, greedy, short-sighted, reckless, stupid, and has made no progress in the past hundred years."
"What are you talking about?" An angry shout came from the ghost.
"saying you."
The moonlight was reflected in He Simu's eyes. Crows landed on the roof, cawing. They flew in twos and threes, folded their wings on the ground corridor, and played ominous music one after another. In the blink of an eye, they filled the garden.
Iriel looked at the crows all over the yard with some panic.
These little creatures are very smart, they love death and know who is the real Lord of Death.
He Simu was leisurely adjusting her skirt in the formation, and didn't seem to be in a hurry to break free from it.
Using memory illusion to find her vital point, this idea can barely be ranked in the top 50 of the assassinations she encountered. Unfortunately, she woke up before she could recall the part that the Lord of the Ghost Palace wanted to see.
Seeing an opportunity to surpass her, the Lord of the Ghost Palace rushed over impatiently and enthusiastically, really making a good wedding dress for others.
"Master of the Ghost Palace, the Ghost King Lamp is not in your hands. Even if I die, what does it matter? Its next owner will not be you. Your brain is neither good-looking nor useful, so what do you need it for?"
An angry voice came from the ghost, shouting angrily: "Shut up! You don't have any magic power now, I can throw you into the South China Sea ice coffin and sleep for the rest of your life! I advise you to hand over the Ghost King Lamp and let it recognize me as its master!"
He Simu almost laughed out loud at the Ghost Palace Master's stupidity.
The Ghost King Lamp and the Ghost Book are inseparable, and the Ghost Book records the life gates of all evil ghosts except the Ghost King. Having the Ghost King Lamp is equivalent to holding the lives of all evil ghosts in your hands.
But even if you know the vital point, you still need the ability to take it.
"Your magic power has been increased tenfold by the Ghost King Lantern, so you can be invincible? Not to mention me, there are quite a few stronger than you among the twenty-four ghost ministers, and there are also the left and right chancellors. They can kill you and take back the Ghost King Lantern. You are just a chess piece that has been pushed out. If you succeed, there will naturally be an ambush behind you. If you fail, the other hall masters will not suffer any loss. I asked you to spend more time with Guan Huai so that you can learn his cunning and self-protection skills. How come you haven't learned anything at all?"
Without waiting for the Ghost Palace Master opposite to get angry, He Simu suddenly stopped joking and said slowly: "But I have a question. If you can answer it to my satisfaction, it's not a bad idea to give you the Ghost King Lamp and the Ghost King position."
The ghost was silent for a moment, and asked half-doubtfully: "What's the problem?"
He Simu leaned against a cluster of roses, surrounded by the flowers. She was silent for a moment, then asked calmly and even coldly, "Why do you want to be the Ghost King?"
The ghost seemed to have heard something funny, and laughed, "What are you talking about? Is there any evil ghost who doesn't want to be a king? After becoming a ghost king, you can dominate the power of life and death, do whatever you want, and have whatever you want. All the ghost officials and even mortal emperors will bow down to me!"
Familiar reasons, unsurprisingly boring. The evil spirits' desires are varied, but they can always reach a consensus here, which is quite strange.
"They bow down to you, and then what? The so-called sensual pleasures, wealth and glory, even evil spirits cannot perceive and enjoy them. What is the meaning of this world that you control to you?"
The ghost did not answer. For the ghosts who were always chasing different desires, what happened after the desires were fulfilled was not within their consideration.
After a pause, He Simu said calmly: "You all want to be the Ghost King, as if this is such a precious position."
A disapproving laugh came from the ghostly aura, and Song Xingyu said, "Since this isn't a valuable position, why do you insist on holding on to it?"
He Simu shook her head. The formation had firmly trapped her in a certain area. She patted her clothes and stood up from the ground. Her rust-red skirt spread on the ground. At that moment, the crows in the yard suddenly became silent.
Dark clouds covered the moon and darkness was all around.
She said in the darkness: "I am not satisfied with your answer. I will not give this world to a guy I hate."
Ghost energy surged, and it was obvious that the Ghost Palace Master was on the verge of a rage. He shouted, "Yiril, I'm going to take her away and throw her into an ice coffin! You put her..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw a sword with blue flames coming through the air and piercing straight into the glazed tower, breaking the black gas into two halves.
The blue flame burned like a fuse, cutting through the darkness. A young man in black with a blue will-o'-the-wisp burning on his palm walked into the garden. The flame spread with his steps, burning the garden into a sea of fire, all the way to the top of the glazed tower.
The whole garden was as bright as day, reflecting Iril's pale face. He asked in a trembling voice, "Luda?"
The young priest in white behind Duan Xu was silent for a moment, then spoke word by word: "Aye, what are you doing?"
He did not wait for his father's answer, but took out the bone flute from his sleeve and blew it to his lips. The sharp sound was like a fine arrow that went straight to the ghost energy. The ghost energy also surged towards Luda. Iriel shouted "No, no, no", but Luda was indifferent.
The ghostly aura collided with the sound of the bone flute, and finally dissipated angrily in front of Luda.
The sound of the flute continued. Iriel ran to Luda and grabbed his wrist. The moment Luda's wrist was grabbed, the glazed tower collapsed with a loud bang, leaving crystal fragments all over the ground.
The formation around He Simu was also lifted.
Lu Da finally put down the flute, turned to look at Duan Xu, and said, "Seventeen, don't burn it anymore."
Duan Xu snapped his fingers, and the flames in the garden disappeared immediately, leaving behind a field of gray ashes, as if a heavy snow had fallen. Dust was flying in the air, and the moonlight illuminated the land again.
He Simu stood in the flying white ashes, raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose, and smiled slightly.
Duan Xu suddenly thought of a sentence.
Its nature is like white jade, which remains cool even when burned.
Her smile was neither warm nor happy, not even one-tenth as good as the feeling she had on that spring afternoon.
He paused, then walked to He Simu, helped her dust off, and looked her up and down carefully.
"Are you okay?"
"What could be the matter?" He Simu turned his head and said, "Ghost King Deng, you are in good control now. Why are you so obedient this time?"
"This world is something I don't understand but you are familiar with. I think I'd better not cause trouble for you."
The wind blew, and a clear and rich fragrance wafted from Duan Xu, mixed with the smell of burnt trees, as if it was blowing from that fantasy world.
He Simu suddenly thought of all the bizarre and mysterious past events in the illusion.
This was the first smell she had ever smelled in the human world, and it woke her up from the illusion. Perhaps every time she thought of the human world, she would think of this smell.
"The fragrance your sister made is really nice." He Simu praised lightly, then walked towards Iril.
Duan Xu suddenly grabbed her wrist, put his arm around her shoulders from behind and hugged her, wrapping her body in his arms. He hugged her tightly but briefly, and he let go of her hand while she was breathing. He Simu paused, frowned, and turned to look at Duan Xu.
Duan Xu smiled innocently: "In that case, why not smell it more? And you have been very quiet these days, I always suspect that you will settle the score after you recover your magic power, so I might as well be more unbridled."